Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Afgan Nation Building




The ability of American soldiers to improvise and adapt equipment to new tasks lives on.  As an example, Jolly Rancher candies and wrist rockets.

While my son was at Kandahar, the military had supplies of Jolly Rancher candies to pass out to the local children - goodwill offerings.



Thinking my son would enjoy plinking cans, rats, etc., I sent him a strong wrist rocket.

His compound was along a street with civilians on the other side. Many of the children enjoyed throwing things at our  troops.

Soon the wrist rocket was permanently consigned to the guard tower where it was used to deliver Jolly Rancher candies to deserving youngsters. May still be there; my son left it when he rotated home.

Warms my heart that I had a small role in nation building.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Homeward Bound




Wednesday should be the day the Medic will be home from Afghanistan, Army officials have informed FDIL (favorite daughter in law), when she called to invite me to the Welcome Home ceremony.

It is my deepest desire every person with a loved one in harms way will be able to feel what I am feeling. Thank you everyone for your prayers for his well being.

The future? At the current level of commitment, he will go back in a little over a year. Right now, we will enjoy having him home.

Won’t go weasely and say words can’t………..Etc. I AM PROUD OF HIM.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Son in Afghanistan


A recent picture he sent. I'm happy he has decent quarters. Look at the condition of his issued weapon. Looks battered. I know he maintains it diligently. Note the carabineer on the butt stock. As a medic, he needs his hands free. Must work better than a sling. Damn, that M4 looks crappy.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Back To Insanity

Youngest son is now back in Afghanistan. We will see him in eight months.

I'm proud of that kid!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Afghan Blog - Youngest Son

Youngest son is currently without Internet. We may see some postings when he gets access. He is able to call home (Skype). As of this morning he was fine, per wife, and, good news to this father, in the rear with the gear.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Afghanistan Blogger

Son in Afganistan has started blogging. You can read it at

http://99boredom1bullshit.blogspot.com/

Please stop by and say hello.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Thanks, Son


Just what you want to see, your son, in a war zone, standing in front of a IED damaged vehicle of the type he drives!

The picture is downsized for OPSEC. The original is 1.54 MB. You can see individual cords in the ripped tires.

Since I didn't raise him to be weak and fearful, guess I have no one but myself to blame. Like most parents, I suspect, I would trade places with him just to keep him safe.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Afghanistan

With my youngest child soon to be deployed to Afghanistan, my interest in what is unfolding there is intense. My son is well aware of operational security, and says little, which I respect.

Wars now don’t seem to be won the way WWI and WWII ended; with nations surrendering to other nations. Vietnam was, in part, to stop the expansion of communism. If that was the principal reason, an argument can be made that we did, in fact, win.

If our goal in Afghanistan is to deny a secure base, sanctuary, and shelter to the jihads, do we need the whole counter insurgency strategy? A secondary goal may be disrupting the international drug trade and denying the profits to our enemies. Can we achieve these goals without the whole nation building effort?

My late father served in the CBI Theater in WWII. He had a rare talent for learning languages. He spoke four or five dialects of Hindu, Spanish, and Navajo, all learned while being a foreman. He was no racist in his day to day dealings with the people who worked for him. He firmly believed the two things Asians understood was a boot on their neck and rice in their bellies. When those two things were consistent, harmony prevailed.

The way in which Asian people govern themselves, worship, do business and, in general, conduct themselves shouldn't’t concern us unless and until their activities become a threat to us.

I hear all the arguments, all the theories, all the justifications. What is so striking, to me, is the proponents are rarely, themselves, the ones who will go into harms way.

My position? Remove the threat and get the hell out.